Barabbas

This a a poem story about Barabbas who was set free instead of Jesus Christ at the crucifiction. I'm a Christian but sometimes reading my writing you can't tell because of the violence i get into, so i decided to write this to show a little more of who I am... Also, this didn't just come from me. I was inspired by a song called "Barabbas" by Caleb and Sol.

Why? I reflected alone I felt the cold, seeping into me Numbing my very soul Hardening my already rock heart Yet, softening it as I sat The rats scurried by my dirty feet I sat in a puddle Water dripped continuously on my shoulder I felt alone Yet I wasn’t

Then I heard the voices The crowds The mob They were shouting I heard the anger I felt the violence Why?

Names were mixed together Voices shouted above others I strained to hear I barely breathed Yet I heard nothing I retreated into myself That is where I’m safe It is where no one knows No one sees No one understands I remembered My mistakes My failures My faults I was the reason I was here Only me What were my reasons for my actions? Was it revenge? Did they deserve it? No

I looked at my so called home The stones The spiders The darkness And I cried Is this where I am to end up? Is this my end? Has my life only led up to this? I am beyond all. No Hope No second chance No freedom I fingered the sharp stone in my hand I felt the dried blood on my wrists I felt only despair What can I do? I am guilty

And then I heard it The sound of the end The sound came closer I felt my heart close up inside I shrank away into the depths of myself The door opened and I saw the faint flash The keys to my life The keys of my end The keys of my death The soldier was grim He told me to get up Come out You are free What? How? I rose slowly My feet moved on their own I was to be killed I was a criminal No one wanted me Yet I was free

I walked out of the cell and to the outdoors The noise of the mob I had heard before grew The voices roared with passion Then I saw Him His hair was matted Hanging across his tired face He was covered in chains More than I had ever had on me His back was ripped open and bleeding One eye was swollen shut His body was covered in many bruises He looked up at me His eyes met mine I felt Him Searching my heart I felt exposed My life was torn out of me Spread out for this Man to see And then it was gone I felt free I felt light My guilt was gone In its place Was a powerful thing An overwhelming freedom A desire This Man had taken it all on himself

A soldier struck Him He staggered but held my gaze His eyes were soft He let them torture Him I saw a tear in his eye before He turned away All my chains were lifted off of me Both inside and outside “Go!” “Be free!” I was shoved down the steps I turned to the Man The crowd shouted “Crucify Him!” Accusing fingers pointed at this Man Then I was shoved away Wait! This Man Who is He? Jesus Jesus of Nazareth He was to die in my place I was pushed to the back They were taking Him away They were going to kill Him Instead of me He had done nothing Yet he was punished Is this my second chance? I have been set free I have received Grace

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